He sits there and waits
For his hand to start moving
He thinks he can write a poem
without first feeling
He sits by the table
pen and paper in hand
candlelight by his side
by his feet a plot of land
The farmer boy tries to write
he thinks this is the way
For his family torn apart
to come back have fun and play
Praise his effort
but it will be for none
he can sit there and wait
but the words will never come
For writing without feeling
is just like words not said
His words will mean nothing
and they would be dead
His family torn apart
but he does not feel
For his siblings do not dare see him
As their parents were the victims of his evil.
